Dealing with Loss

Loss

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If you didn’t read about The Kid’s journey into the wilderness, please read it. It will prepare you for this post. And I read a post from OMG Chronicles around the same time of Decision 2014.

Loss is something we will all have to deal with at some point in time be it the loss of a parent, spouse, friend or some other person or  being close to us. But loss is not just linked to physical death only. Loss can occur anytime one person decides to leave another person’s life with or without closure.

I say all of that to say that nothing prepared me more for The Kid’s departure more than my mom’s death. I think the natural progression of things, the fact that parents die first, not kids, helped me understand how I to deal with ‘losing’ my child. And the reality is, two of the most important people in my lifetime, chose to leave and I, on a very high level, wanted to experience this.

Yes. I wanted this experience. I have no idea for what. Based on what I know right now about myself, it’s to show that I can actually live through and find myself learning from a good amount of adversity. But, of course, I’m going through it right now, not done with it.

If you read the post about The Kid, you’d know that I agreed to accept my reality as it is right now, not fight it. Resistance is futile. Resistance says ‘hey… I don’t believe you. Stick around and help me make my life stressful.’ Not me. I’m not about that ‘woe is me’ life.

So I’m going with the five stages of grief:

Denial: At first I denied that my kid would make this choice. Surely a human I grew and birthed couldn’t even fathom such a decision. It goes against everything inherent in my family’s bloodline. We’re not quitters when it comes to things that matter (I had to clarify because we do quit some things). We value education and attaining wisdom. We don’t intentionally cause each other undo angst even if it means telling lies. It’s not what we do. Who is this kid?!

Anger: When he first dropped this news I had to restrain myself from choking him. It wasn’t fair. I put all I had into this kid and THIS is the result?! Are you kidding me?! FML! I really screwed up as a parent. Some part of me envied him the ability to walk away. A small part. Animalistic probably because the city girl in me balks at the whole wilderness idea.

Bargaining: I tried to reason with him. Can you do this for me, as you mom, the person you say you love the most? What can I do that will make you change your mind or reconsider such drastic measures? I needed to bargain.

Depression: A week ago Monday? Um… yeah… I was crying on the DL and trying really good to hold it together at work. I told my superiors the basics about the situation because I was sure I would need a mental health day that week. Embarrassing? Yes, but necessary since I needed to continue to function.

Acceptance: Then came the moment. It was clear as day: This is outside of my control. Struggling with the will of another being never ends up well, especially when the other being has made a solid decision. Why exert even more energy when he is adamant about this decision? What does that do for either of us? He knows that I don’t support this decision, but that I love him like my next breath. What more is there to do? I’m still waiting for the answer on that. Until then, I accept what is at the moment of this writing and prepare for it as best I can.

Decision 2014

I missed you guys. Really. But things have been… interesting.

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In the last month, I’ve been struggling with how to move forward with the blog. I wanted to post recipes, but the circumstances of my life felt like doing so would minimize the experiences I’ve been going through these last 32 days. And then when I thought about getting back on track….

The Kid just confirmed that he is not going to finish high school and would, in fact, be leaving on Easter to ‘go out into the wilderness and find himself’.

Read it again if you need to. I’ll wait….

He had a nine-page written presentation and all. That was a week ago Sunday. Let me keep it really real: when he said this a week ago, I was on 10 in .000000001 nanoseconds fueled by fear and anger. This CANNOT be my kid. This person, this man-child in front of me, could not be the one I birthed. Can’t be. He CAN’T be making this choice five weeks before graduation. This. Is. Not. My. Life.

Through my tears and hysteria, I got up and walked out. F*** this!

I called The Hero and, surprisingly through my snorting, tears and screaming, he understood the gist of what transpired. And he was an ear while I circled the block and got my mind right to go back and have this conversation with The Kid and his dad.

I went back to hear his reasoning for the decision. Despite how I feel and think about this decision, my child is intelligent. His mind, while extremely young, idealistic and lacking experience, is brilliant. The end goal, finding himself, was not something I consciously knew at his age. I was moseying along and came to a hard decision point by circumstance, not conscious choice.

Back to the conversation. The manner in which The Kid is going to find himself is what upset me. No planning or preparation, just walking out the door. A young, black male in a society that is inherently not on his side just out there living by the seat of his pants. Sigh.

But this decision is not about me. There is a lesson for me in it and I am open to learning it, but the reality is, Decision 2014 is about The Kid. It affects The Kid directly. It will impact The Kid directly. And as he reminded us, in the society that he abhors and seeks to escape, he is an adult and has the legal right to make this decision regardless of how we feel as his parents. Telling us was a courtesy, an opportunity for us to wrap our minds around what would happen. It’s not about what we did or didn’t do as parents: It’s about our kid testing it to see if it was good or not.

O. Kay.

As I sit here and type this, I’m extremely calm. Not a false sense of calm either. There will be no meltdowns at work or mental health days. I won’t go bake cake and eat it because I’m worried. I understand one fundamental truth about life: The only thing within my control is me. No matter how much I hate his decision, this is his life and his choice and I accept it. I could commit him for insanity, but that would be me imposing my will on him. And he’d prove he wasn’t insane and disappear for real. Plus, I like to talk and deal with things and the tricky route seems downright… tricky.

Will I think about him? Of course! He’s my first-born kid. Will I worry? Probably. I know I’ll be concerned for that first month or so not knowing where he’ll be or even if he’s safe. Will I let it consume me? No. My life, in society, will still move forward and I choose to accept that over my child, who will and has, chosen his life experience over what I want for him. I refuse to fight him, but I don’t refuse to accept reality and reality is, right now, this will happen. And I understand the will of this particular teenager even if I don’t understand this particular teenager’s choice.

So… have a sip of wine and bear with me as I get back into the groove of blogging again.

Chicken Quinoa Casserole

Chicken Quinoa Casserole

Don’t let the picture fool you. This tastes fantastic.

I came up with this as an alternative to the usual chicken, rice and broccoli casserole. I’ve never made that casserole and honestly, I like quinoa better. As I laid around thinking about dinner Sunday, this dish came to mind. The colors from the green onions, red pepper and orange pepper made it visually appealing. Chicken broth makes everything taste better, especially when you make it with the little chicken buillion cubes in the Hispanic aisle. Fantastico! And since The Hero bought institutional-size bags of vegetables, I’m always looking for ways to use them up. Making the cream of chicken soup from scratch is also

What’s also great about this is you can make it to your particular tastes. Vegetarian? Skip the chicken and use vegetable broth. House of Meat? Double the chicken, reduce the veggies. Not a fan of cream soup? Thicken it with corn starch. Whatever you do will be fine. Trust me.

Chicken Quinoa Casserole

  • 2 tbsp butter
  • 3 tbsp flour
  • ½ cup chicken broth
  • ½ cup milk
  • 4 ounces cooked chicken, shredded
  • 2 cups chicken broth
  • 1 cup quinoa
  • 1 red bell pepper, diced
  • 1 yellow bell pepper, diced
  • ½ bunch scallions, sliced
  • 1 16-ounce container mushrooms, sliced
  • 1½ cups Normandy blend vegetables

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

For the cream of chicken soup: Melt the butter in a saucepan. Whisk in the flour. Remove the pan from heat and slowly whisk in the chicken broth. Add the milk and return to the heat, whisking continuously. Cook until the soup thickens. Remove from heat and set aside.

For the casserole: Cook the chicken. Allow to cool, shred and add to a casserole dish.

In a small saucepan, add the chicken broth and quinoa. Bring to a boil, reduce the heat to low and cook for about 15 minutes. While the quinoa simmers, saute the vegetables. Add a little salt, pepper and garlic powder to the mixture (the salt pulls out the water from the mushrooms, which will help reduce the amount of liquid in the casserole). Add the cooked vegetables to the casserole dish with the chicken. Meanwhile, heat the Normandy blend in the microwave for about 3 minutes. Drain any water and add to the casserole dish. Add the quinoa and cream of chicken soup to the casserole dish and stir. Bake for 15 to 20 minutes. Let the casserole rest for 10 minutes before serving.

Chicken Quinoa Casserole

Back in Business!

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We’ve managed to get most of the boxes unpacked and put everything away. Just a few more things to do and we’ll have settled in to our new place.

So what’s been going on? Well… a lot. I had a mini nervous breakdown the first week of my hiatus. Things on the job have been hectic and when I got home, I just wanted to lay around and watch movies. The problem was we needed to find a new place and pack up to move by the end of the month. A week before the end of the lease, we hadn’t found a place and did minimal packing. I freaked out and literally woke up that Tuesday and cried. It was such an overwhelming week AND I still had to go to work all week because we’re short-staffed and I’m doing parts of another person’s job until we hire a replacement. Let’s just say there was a lot of wine and whining.

The Hero was great in all of this. Well… sorta. He just wasn’t working on my schedule like I needed him to (hence the mini break down). His laid back approach would sometimes make me think ‘oh… everything will magically work itself out’ and others ‘OH MY GOD… If he HASN’T packed, I’m going to KILL HIM DEAD!’

I literally stopped cooking for the last two weeks (mostly because the pots and pans were packed in a box). I’ve had more fried chicken wings, Chipotle and Healthy Choice meals than I care to admit.

But there are a lot of good things that came from this:

Got a new hair cut. I went to the salon on the day I melted down. It was strictly coincidental because I’d already made the appointment, but it was right on time. I’d been wrestling with to cut or not to cut and then one day I accepted the fact that I’m not one of those women who wants long hair. I like it on other people, but I feel my best and most beautiful when my hair is short. Love the length and it doesn’t take an hour just to wrap it up at night so it looks halfway decent in the morning.

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I finally threw away a LOT of stuff I didn’t need. Is it just me or is that you really underestimate how much stuff you have until it’s time to pack? I didn’t know that I had the equivalent of a full box of stuff dedicated just to hair. I’m not even a hair enthusiast, but apparently I’ve collected curling irons, rollers, setting rods and gobs of products that got lost in the bathroom closet so I bought more. Trash. Lighter load coming into the new place.

I’m the enforcer. In the aftermath of the melt down, I realized that I’m the one who delegates tasks in the Hero household. Sure we make plans together, but if I don’t give The Hero a list, well… you can see where that goes. When I said that to The Hero, he kinda agreed. I gave him his list for the day and life was back to fairies and glitter.

I have some control issues. I’ve always known myself to be a problem solver. Something needs to be done, I’m on it. Lately though I’m starting to realize that I sabotage myself by not delegating enough work to people. Could be that I’ve always been the one delegated to, so I expect to just do everything myself. Between the job and moving, I realized that maybe, just maybe, if I let people help, my stress level would be way lower.

There’s nothing wrong with taking it easy. Now I don’t mean taking it easy when you have to move in four days and only packed the kitchen. Not saying that at all. But, it’s okay to be packing and realize ‘I’m tired. I’m going to sit down/take a nap and then finish.’ I had to force myself to listen to my body because I was abusing myself. Bad sleep, bad food and aching muscles five days in a row made for a very wired, tired and uninspired Dee.

That’s what’s been going on around these parts. What’s been going on in your world since I’ve been away?

The Wednesday Roundup Week #13

It’s week 13 of The Wednesday Roundup. Sadly, after next week, I’ll no longer be co-hosting. I am a fan of link parties, but, again, in line with my new way of thinking, I feel like someone else who is dedicated to the link party should host. In the meantime, I will continue to join the lovely Wednesday Roundup ladies and enjoy all the great links these last two weeks.
This week, I chose #5, One Year of Dates. I’m always asking The Hero to do something and when he asks what, I’m at a loss. Plus, one date in and one date out saves money (as we currently have TWO dates out per month). Check out the other features this week.
1. Longevity Noodles by Driftwood Gardens
2. Sunburst Mirror by Our Secondhand House
4. Rolo Cupcakes by Lou Lou Girls
5. Make a Year of Dates Gift by What’s Up Fagans
6. Slow Cooker Beef Stew by Mommy On Demand
7. DIY Floating Shelves by Our Secondhand House
We also have a new feature starting this week. The new featured blogger will be the blogger with the most clicks the prior week. Our first feature bloggers are Becky and Glenna. Stop by their blog, My Paper Craze, and check them out.

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with this Burlap Pillow Cover

Go check them out on Pinterest!
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The Wednesday Roundup

The Wednesday Roundup

And now onto the co-hostesses of this fabulous link up:

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One more new feature this week. We’re starting a new social media link up. Add your Pinterest link and make new friends. Don’t forget to come back and add two other bloggers who linked up too.

And finally, add your projects to the weekly link party.

 

 

 

 

Paths, Forks and Roads

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I’m taking a break from 5 for Five this week. I have something bigger to talk about than how I did or didn’t meet my goals. And in some ways this post reflects how what’s been on my mind affected my dedication to date.

In short, it’s time to open the blog to newer horizons. (Thanks to Miss Kris for her post that pushed me over the edge)

I started blogging on MySpace (yes, it’s been THAT long) because I needed a way to get things out of my head without really getting the ‘fix it’ advice from people I knew. That evolved into funny stories about life being a single mom. I stopped blogging for a few years and then realized that I really loved cooking and making things so started up again with recipes and DIY projects. I knew at some point the blog’s focus would change, but I never really thought about how I’d handle it. Now that it’s here, it kinda scares my panties off. On the one hand, I’m happy that in just over six months, I went from my 12 friends and family members to close to 800 subscribers. I attribute that to posting on link parties and word-of-mouth and I really thank each and every one of you for reading, commenting and coming back.

On the other hand, there are several issues that have been at the front of mind, nagging me to be addressed. Blogographically speaking, I feel a little like a fish out of water. Generally, I find that most of the people I’ve connected with are mom bloggers (something I’ve never aspired to be since I’m a tad above passing in the mom category) or project-oriented (which is not what I want to focus on all the time). It’s been leaving me feeling trapped and boxed in.

Since I am not a fan of boxes, I decided to just go with what’s on my mind. Yes, I will still do recipe and DIY posts, but I am also expanding to include what’s going on in my head regarding life in all its glory. And since I chose the moniker Honesty’s Protégée, I think it’s only fitting that I stick to learning to be honest and open with you about who I am, what I’m doing and where I’m going.

 I hope you’ll continue to stop by and say hello, leave a comment and hopefully get to know a little more about who I am.

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